Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - We Got What You Want lyrics

yeah I thought all yall was goin

uh yeah yeah yeah

we're gonna take yall on a little ride and shit

you mean now now now yeah

we gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street

swim through this muthafucka

busta-bus now now now

hop scotch i found a new bounce

just rock back and forth while my beat knock(Aurgh)

stop chips and cock glocks with clips

go sailing in hot ships and park big whips(oh)

gettin them whips and bounce outta town

take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip

baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast(cmon)

with a number in your hand hot ass(hold up)

shorty acting just like she had a hit(on me)

fuckin while shortys busy shaking her shit(on me)

man stop just let em flop watch girlfriend let alone cock block

hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune

make yall niggas wanna act and bust the ak boom

everyday create a may lay today is pay day muthafucka you better make way

(hook)

its your night go get your money

get that dough bounce if you want

and light that blunt smoke if you got to

shake yo shit bounce if you have to

flipmode squad back in the spot

with all yo shit bounce in the truck

yes yes yall bounce we got what you want

all my niggaz all my niggaz

all my bitches

cmon

we stay spittin on

see what we sittin on

shittin you see how my 20 be fitting on nigga

a 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on

hittin shorty on the sink wit the lights in the kitchen on

cmon move quiet with all the dl chicks

who carry on lincoln head up on my cl6

hit yall with the shit split yall

chicks all on my whip hopin ya ass fit yall

we suppose to reach most shit bang

watch how niggas bounce in east coast(heaighh)

choke yall provoke yall

killin streets everytime we distribute the coke yall

check it see now a days we caught cribs

and caught big fat loss

fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off

the way we prove it to yall

is just bang niggaz every time we do it to yall

(hook)

yeah

straight black out shit fo show

makin you back yo mack out quick aiyo(huh)

yeah we floss and drop pricy things

talk slick and money and rock icy things

she tried to het that score

by throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw(uh oh)

we puts it on and watch bitches getting a getsy

flipmode up in this muthafucka just for the record

(hook)

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